“In less than five minutes’ time, Tom was ensconced in the room opposite the bar⁠—the very room where he had imagined the fire blazing⁠—before a substantial, matter-of-fact, roaring fire, composed of something short of a bushel of coals, and wood enough to make half a dozen decent gooseberry bushes, piled halfway up the chimney, and roaring and crackling with a sound that of itself would have warmed the heart of any reasonable man.